A paragraph I’ll probably take to the grave because for the longest time I’ve thought and thought of what was “Alexian language” and I wrote, rewrote, revised, rethought, even reinvented what that “language” was to me what my tradition was and reading this and know that miss Parks does the same what I’ve imagined Alexian might be that being the revisiting and revision of history. So I’ll stop the over barring thoughts and let the river of my spirit flow, although my flow is more the white rapids.

I like that life, at least for me seems to portray itself as a comedian because this is a conversation we had in another class of mine. The conversation being how reading can make people create a civil society and we spoke about the counter to that how some people can get last in translation. Blurring the line between the written word and their reality and forgetting that there’s a separation there. You’ll never be your favorite writer because there’s only one of them and even yet that writer might of not even believed in themselves. So what I’d have to say to that is grab the hammer, make a mess of everything and jam all the pieces together no matter if they fit or not.

I’m really big on The Great Tradition because writings of the last as Parks saw “Haunts” us, for people like me it’s held us captive. I’ve always believed the old was something to be appreciated, reviewed endlessly to try and get a glimpse of the past because some of the old is still alive, it still breaths and we read it, make it into movies, and plays. That’s what fascinates me so much how these old stories be it draws on a wall or words on paper still prompt ideas so far into the future that you’d think people become writers to be immortal.